A True Mother

Poem By Olivia Teaylor

She was her mother, but yet she wasn't,
She did not birth her from the womb;
But she had done everything else for her,
From the time she was born she had been there;
Even when the going got tough,
She still stood by her side when nobody else would;
And that little girl can still say to this day,
That her mother, that wasn't her mother,
Was still there standing by her side
And she was not wavering in her stance,
Not even a centimeter;
Now isn't that a true mother?

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